life on the bike...

Fly to europe

meet the crew and the guess

get up at 630,

put bikes on roof of vans

drive a little to start of stage...

fill up back pockets with gummy bears( love those!) and other sweet things (love those too!)

ride more

look up around me 

chat with everybody( jokes and other stories...can't tell because what happen here in europe stay here!!)

keep riding...

stop for lunch and try to understand Patrick's sandwich : baguette, 3 squares of butter ...or maybe 4... 4 big chunks of cheese, top with half the jar of peanut butter, drizzle with honey oh and a couple of pringle chip... in the sandwich. I still don't get it!!! the guy is 150 pounds and no fat on there go figure...

refilled bottles and pockets

ride another 3 or 4 hres and get to the hotel

showers, massage clean vans and dinner.

then lights out

Repeat everyday for a month...

my brain is out and my body too!

today was the last day and after 1 month of riding everyday I still love riding. I met great people and I made friends.

thanks Joe.

More from europe...

                                             Me, the Pisa tour and my italian cheese sunglasses!!!
                                             New friends....
                                              cappuccino stop
                                             Sun flowers field
                                             life is good...

Destination cycling in Italy

                                             Sicile: Our fist stop In Palermo
                                             One of the oldest ruins in Italy
                                              Mount Edna: still smoking...
                                             Allen and Moira: you guys are great!
                                             Life is good...

homemade

Last night Tim and I had Jess, Beth and the other guy for dinner! I was having a good day and I wanted to share it.

On the menu:

A spicy eggplant and roasted tomato salad: homemade

A Morocco classic dish : Lamb 'tagine' with almonds, prunes and apricots : homemade

Some great chocolate cookies from Beth : homemade

Mango ice cream ...full cream and sugar: homemade

Wine from Taler and Meredith that Tim brought home: I could say homemade!

laughs, good time and friends: homemade...

I want to make croissants...

Knowlton

The house is almost empty...I lived there for 8 years...Well not that much because of all the travel days I have in bank but that was my house, my first one. I never thought I would live somewhere else...I was born in that small town , Knowlton, my parents live's in town and my bro not very far either. My grands parents a couple k's down the road and my grand-ma in the next town over. My friends from school,  all the roads, trails, mountains that I trained on all those years...The first 33 years of my life that become a great memory.

Changes are not a bad thing.

they make you grow.

I will always be from Knowlton , QC but now I live happily in Beverly, MA with my husband Tim , my dog Vitesse and I am building memories...

riding my bike around

                         Jess and Me (Tim I stole your helmet again!)
                           That was the speed of our ride...awesome!
                                                    Coffee stop 

Jesse called yesterday and asked if I would ride today.  The last couple invitation I refused but today I was ready to hit the road. I haven't been riding for the last 3 weeks and thats ok.

We had a very nice ride around all the roads that I never remember  even if I've been there a million times... "Remember we drove here on the moto?" Euh no do NOT remember because when Im on the back seat ( usually !) I looked everywhere and I do NOT focuse on the road ...

Anyway, riding with Jess is like riding with my little brother. We shoot the S*&^! . After 1 hour of the 3 hres we were suppose to do  Jess said " its a coffee ride day today" He looked at me thinking that I was going to say no to a stop in the middle of a training ride...because thats how I used to think. But instead I said sure Jess I would love to. We did and I loved it. For the first time in a while I felt like I was riding my bike around....Thanks Jesse.

Tim

This morning I wish I could've turn over and hug you...But the reach was farther than the other side of our king bed...  my arm was too short to reach Portland, OR!

Don't worry I know why you're there and I understand. 

miss you